A glance, a look
Was all it took
So many years ago
And to this day
Your vibe; Feng shui
Turns baby blue
My darkest gray
I’m in blissful awe
The love’s still raw
When I look upon your face
I see our lives
As intertwined
Which can’t be copied or replaced
You fill my needs
Through your good deeds
I’ll never waiver or compare
You’re my moon and sun
My whole universe in one
And I cherish every second that we share

I rise from where I slept
Morning breakfast’s prepped
Lighthearted conversation
Not too heavy or in-depth
Coffee and a biscuit
Or a scone to set the tone
Maybe, a spot of tea
To put our minds at ease
And discuss the coming day
How to do it, and in what way

I see open fields, and sun drenched skies
All hellos, and no goodbyes
A back and forth, with wise replies
A good time spent with alibis

Hearing melodies, that soothe the soul
We lose ourselves, and in a sense, control
Of our bodies movements
From high to low
Being free, and letting go
All while feeling, I’ve found my home

Wrapped in safety, immune from harm
A goodnight kiss, with warmth, and charm
I’ve been relinquished, rendered, deprived, disarmed
Found my inner peace, before I buy the farm

My anguish spills onto the canvas
The expressions, I try to convey
They’re projected, using multiple methods
A visual representation, put forth, on display
What I create, it speaks to my vision
My understanding, in tangible proof
It might produce, more questions than answers
But there’s a fine line, between fiction and truth

A royal enforcer
A king to the throne
A cunning lord; leader
That let it be known
Fierce like a feline
Agile and strong
The decider of fate
For those in the wrong
Fair and deliberate
Constructor of laws  
Don’t be fooled by his whiskers
He’s got razor sharp claws

You’re the muse that I choose
For your creations and views
For all you’ve been fighting
For all you’ve fought through
One who’s loosened the noose
Of a built in excuse
Still, you rise to the top
Relentless, unstopped
With pain in your body
You still hip and you hop
Your sounds in my eardrums
Cascading, aloft
Serenading the airwaves
I salute you, hats off

He’s accepted his condition
That’s hindered his ambition
Putting on an exhibition
Rooted deep within tradition
He takes on all opposition
Then redefines the definition
Making his own rendition
Using verbal ammunition
Thoughts he’d hide away from others
Which contradicts his inhibition
There isn’t that much thought involved
It’s his own conscious decision
To spread the love, the vision
Of an unsigned Welsh musician
That’s still overcoming obstacles
And put in an unwanted imposition
Yet, he continues on his mission
Turning dreams into fruition
Rising tides so big, they’re renvolutionized
Based in facts, not superstition